Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia's Captive Doctor: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

November 15, 2024 | 9:45 PM | Alexei's Private StudyThe study door clicked shut behind Viktor.Alexei waited until the footsteps faded. Then he moved to the oak cabinet, each step measured despite the cancer eating at his bones. The vodka bottle gleamed like liquid silver in the lamplight."You're not supposed to drink." Marcus watched from his chair. "Doctor's orders.""Doctors." Alexei poured three glasses. "They know how to delay death. Not how to live."He passed the glasses around. The vodka burned clean and cold—proper Russian, not the watered trash they served tourists."So." Alexei settled into his leather chair. "What did you think of Damian's new pet?"Marcus's hand found his cufflinks. A nervous tell he'd never quite conquered."Pretty enough. But a Fringe doctor? Really?" He took a larger swallow than necessary. "Six months back and he's already making questionable decisions.""Six months."

The penthouse was a fortress veiled in elegance. Ava stepped into the living area that evening, her gaze catching on Marcus’s latest play: three boxes on the low marble table, each a calculated move.Black orchids, petals soft as whispered threats, spilled from the first. A crimson silk gown, fluid as spilled blood, lay in the second. The third held a first-edition Gray's Anatomy, its leather cover heavy with her past.Damian emerged from the terrace, whiskey glass in hand, his silhouette sharp against the neon-lit Vegas skyline.His grey eyes pinned her, heavy with intent. A reflex she couldn’t stifle sent her fingers brushing over the book’s spine.He crossed the room, his steps deliberate, his gaze unwavering. He plucked an orchid from its nest of tissue paper, his thumb grazing its velvety edge before his fist closed, crushing it. The ruined petals fell to the marble like ash.“He thinks he can claim your mind, milaya,” Damian

Tuesday, November 26, 2024 | 2:00 PM Las Vegas, NevadaThe interior of the armored SUV was a silent, mobile prison. The scent of sterile, expensive leather filled the air, a clean smell that did nothing to cover the tension.Ava sat in the back, watching the city pass behind the thick, tinted glass. The vibrant chaos of Vegas—the palms, the glittering signs just beginning to wake for the evening, the faces of tourists full of manufactured hope—was distorted into a muted, unreachable blur. It was a life she could see, but no longer touch.Maxim drove. He hadn't spoken a single word since they left the Olympus, an impassive mountain of a man whose presence filled the vehicle.His silence wasn't analytical like Mikhail's; it was absolute. The silence of a wall. He held the steering wheel with a steady, relaxed grip, yet his eyes constantly scanned the mirrors with a practiced efficiency that spoke of years spent anticipating threats.

Wednesday, November 27, 2024 | Evening The Grand Ballroom, The Bellagio Hotel & CasinoThe gown was the color of fresh blood.It pooled around Ava’s feet, the crimson silk cool against her skin. She stood before the full-length mirror in the penthouse suite, a silent statue while the stylists made their final, fussy adjustments.A woman with severe bangs and a colder expression stepped forward. In her hands, nestled on black velvet, was the diamond collar.Ava’s breath hitched as it was fastened around her neck. The stones were a circle of ice against her throat. A beautiful, glittering leash.Damian appeared in the doorway of the dressing suite. He wore a bespoke black tuxedo that fit his frame with lethal perfection. It didn't make him look like a gentleman. It made him look like a king from some dark, violent mythology.His eyes swept over her, a slow, deliberate inventory. There was no compliment in his gaze, no softness. There was only the stark, brutal finality of ownership.He w

Wednesday, November 27, 2024 | Late Evening The Industrial Outskirts, Las VegasThe armored SUV moved through the night like a shark through dark water.Inside, the silence was thick, broken only by the whisper of the tires on asphalt.“The Red Queen is bleeding.”Damian’s voice cut through the stillness, cool and amused. He hadn’t looked at her, his gaze fixed on the passing city lights. “She will want retribution. Was it worth it, Doctor?”Ava didn’t answer. She stared out the tinted window, the chaos of the gala, the sting of Katarina’s slap, all of it fading into an irrelevant haze. Her mind was a locked room with only one sound echoing inside.He knew your father.Damian turned his head slowly, his grey eyes narrowing as he studied her profile. Her distraction wasn’t about Katarina. He’d seen the look on her face when she came out of that restroom. This was something else.“What did the waiter say to you?” he asked, his tone shifting from amusement to quiet command.“He apologize